==> You are THE OFFICE OF PARADOXES.
Four Operators, one room, endless paperwork. The node hums with static logic and post-it notes of doomed timelines.
Inside the cramped yet infinite office:
- Ultimate Zen leans over a chalkboard scrawled with math and eldritch doodles, balancing a teacup in one hand.
- Uncle Sweetbro is using a broken paper shredder as a footrest, muttering about “new synergy paradigms.”
- Gamzee H slouches across three chairs, sipping from a Faygo-stained coffee mug while scrolling through five terminals at once.
- Mewlinda Nepeta prowls between cabinets, batting at errant memos and rearranging them by scent rather than file code.
The air smells faintly of ozone, copier toner, and paradoxical citrus. A vending machine labelled “LOST & SNACKED” rattles ominously in the corner.
A filing cabinet with infinite drawers waits, slightly ajar, as if listening.
A giant window looks out onto nothing — pure black Furthest Ring dotted with faint neon threads.
A battered typewriter on the central desk clacks by itself:
T
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It pauses, waiting for more.
What Will You Do?
The Real Homestuck?
That's the friends we made along the way!
mIrAcLeS ):0)
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